Major Misconduct (Aces Hockey #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

do you know that?”
    She smiled at him. “I’m not an idiot. My brother plays for the Aces. I watch games.”
    “Huh.”
    He seemed surprised by this.
    “I grew up watching hockey.” Her fingers moved on the stem of her margarita glass. “I guess it kind of sinks in through osmosis.”
    “Yeah. You coming to the game tomorrow night?”
    “You going to get me tickets?” She met his eyes, smiling.
    “Sure.”
    Lovey turned to look at Angel, who had just made a noise…an exhaled “guh” that sounded like exasperated disbelief. Angel rolled her eyes and turned away. Lovey blinked. When she looked back at Marc, he had his hand to his forehead, rubbing it, eyes closed. Then he shook his head and straightened. “Army’ll get you tickets.”
    Lovey tilted her head and looked back and forth between Marc and Angel. When she’d walked in, she’d immediately seen the other woman’s interest in him, Angel hanging on his arm and fluttering her eyelashes at him. Lovey wasn’t sure why it had bugged her, since she’d barely met the guy and had no claim on him whatsoever.
    She leaned in closer to Marc and whispered in his ear. “Sorry! Am I stepping on toes?” She moved her head in Angel’s direction. “Were you getting
her
tickets to the game?”
    He shook his head. “No. And no.”
    “Were you getting lucky with her?”
    He choked on his beer. “Uh…”
    “She’s interested in you. Want me to back off? I don’t want to cramp your style.”
    He gave her a long look, and their faces were so close she could see the dark ring of blue around his lighter blue irises, his insanely long eyelashes, the faint white scar above his upper lip. She wanted to touch that scar…trace it with her fingertips. Kiss it.
    “Fuck,” he muttered. “Don’t look at me like that.”
    She swallowed and widened her eyes. “Like what?”
    He shook his head. “Never mind. You’re not cramping my style, but your big brother is giving us looks that indicate extreme displeasure.”
    Lovey swiveled her head to look at Duncan. Yeah, he was glaring at them. He jerked his chin up and narrowed his eyes at her and she could read the words, “What the fuck?” in his expression. She grinned.
    She leaned in closer, her lips next to Marc’s ear. “Guess what? I’m not afraid of him.”
    “I am,” Marc muttered.
    She laughed and patted his forearm where it rested on the table. “Right. You’re bigger than he is.”
    “Not by much and he knows how to throw a punch.”
    “I’ve seen you fight,” she said. “I think you can defend yourself. However, this is crazy talk since he is not going to be beating you up. I’ll handle him.”
    “I have no doubt about that. But Lovey…don’t use me in your manipulation tactics with your brother. Duncan’s my friend.”
    Lovey’s mouth dropped open as she absorbed his words. “Hey. I’m not using you.”
    “No?” Again their eyes met and held. Again, something passed between them, a definite tug. He felt it too…didn’t he?
    “I’m just talking to you.”
    “Well, maybe you should go back and talk to Sadie and Jenna.”
    Her heart tightened in her chest, a hurt feeling she didn’t like. She straightened her shoulders. “Yeah. Guess I should.”
    She pushed away from the table, giving him a big smile that felt strained, and returned to the stool she’d been sitting on at the other end of the table.
    It was just as well, since a few servers appeared carrying their plates of food. Lovey picked up her burger, but felt unaccountably…something. Disappointed, maybe. She shot Marc a glum look, and dammit, he was watching her again.
    He’d been watching her almost all night. She couldn’t help but notice because she kept looking at him too. There was something about him she found so attractive…she’d always liked big guys, again possibly a result of growing up with a brother who hung out with a bunch of hockey players. She liked the shape of his lips, the lean sculpted jaw, his blue